Country Blues

Come all you good time people While I have money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I neither have a dollar nor a friend When I had plenty of money, good people My friends were all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty Not a friend on earth to be found I've gambled all over Kentucky good people I've gambled part of the way through Spain Goin' back to old Virginia For to gamble my last card game Last time I seen my little woman, good people She had a wine glass in her hand She's a-drinkin' down her troubles With a low-down, sorry man I wrote my woman a letter, good people I told her I's in jail She wrote me back and answered sayin' "Honey, I'm a comin' to go your bail" All around this ol' jailhouse is hated good people 40 dollars won't pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women is a-troublin' my mind Boys, if you don't switch your drinking Sometime you'll be just like me A-working out your livin' in a penitentiary Oh, my daddy taught me aplenty, good people My mama she told me more If ever didn't quit my rounded way I'll have trouble at my door In the bottom of the whiskey glass A lurkin' devil dwell It burns your breast to drink it, boys It'll send your soul to hell Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Go dig a hole in the ground Come around all you good people And see this poor rounder go down When I am dead and buried And my pale face turned to sun You can come around and mourn, little woman And think the way you have done